All Chapters of The Alpha's Hot Chase After Divorce : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Elena's POV "We need to confront them. This cannot go on. What if they do it on purpose? What if they need your pictures or that kind of thing? I've heard about weirdos, and this might be one of those cases. If confrontation doesn't work, we call the cops."I smiled, nodding. At least, someone also saw my point. When I told Marie, I felt very foolish. Hearing someone also express the same fears I thought about made me slightly happy. Without skipping a beat, I told the kids to focus on the television and their snacks. We were going to be back in a jiffy. I closed the door behind me, feeling safe and secured with Collins Morgan by my side.In a short while, we crossed over to the bakery. There, Collins knocked forcefully, the frown on his face fulfilled. "If this door isn't opened in five minutes, I will call the cops. Whoever you are in there, trust me, you don't want all that smoke. You don't want the cops questioning you, do you?"The bakery was silent. For a moment, I felt fo

LOGAN'S POV "Look at the news, Logan. Look at it. How do we escape from this? How do we move forward? With every attempt we make, he keeps coming for us. I also endorsed Christian Tucker, and look at where he is now."I touched him on the arm slightly to try and tell him that he wasn't alone. "You're not alone in this. I also endorsed Christian. And he's managed to get him as well. Today, during breakfast, my father admitted that he was the one that carried out the footage. The sound recording, the camera. Everything. He did it. He was behind it. I don't know how to defeat him, man. He is my father, but all he does is win."I ran a hand through my hair. It was the truth. He was my father, but so far, all he had done was win. LOGAN'S POV Parking my car in the police station, I found my way to the reception. My hair was tousled, my trousers were rumpled, and my shirt stuck to my back in sweat, but the last thing on my mind was my appearance. What was I going to do without Alicia? H

COLLINS'S POV She continued crying, the tears streaming down her cheeks, and I smiled, slipping my hands into my pocket. I retrieved a cigarette from my pocket, smoking casually, billowing smoke into her face.She was terrified. I could see in her eyes the sense that she was in the same room with a man who had made up his mind to not let her go, that before her was a very dangerous man, a man who she wasn't supposed to talk to. She was probably wondering how she had gotten to meet me, and I smiled in response.There was a reason for everything."So let me tell you now, Alicia Carlton. I am the definition of a tyrant. I defy all odds, and even though they might be searching for you, they will never find you. They don't know who they're dealing with, and so do you. Y'all underestimate my power. You underestimate what I can do."I stood up, calling Charles into the room to indicate that I was done with her."Please, Collins. Let me have my phone. Request for something, at least a ransom

Logan's POV Taking permission from my friends, I left the lab, taking the elevator downstairs. There, I saw her struggling with the main guard of the Botech lab to be let into the building. "Let me in. I want to see Logan Bohen!" For somebody that had just come from a different state and was supposed to be as calm as possible, she looked as if she had no regard for jet lag or stress. Her brows were knitted in fury, she was sweating bullets, and her hands were clenched in anger. "You don't have an appointment, miss. And there's a meeting going up there. Mr Logan is busy now, and cannot attend to you. I'll advise you to stay in the reception, wait for him, and he'll attend to you after I let him know you're in the reception." It only seemed to infuriate her further. Turning away from the guard, she began to fish in her pockets and I knew she was looking for her phone. There was no need to delay what was going to happen. Swallowing hard because I knew it wasn't going

LOGAN'S POV After I left the Botech lab, I made my way to the home of Zachary Evans.I had been following the news. While the whole state was persecuting Christian Tucker, it was up to us, the AABM, to try and salvage what was left of his image. And that was to try and bring my father to the fore using Marcus Hardin's case. I knocked once, and it was opened by Zachary, who was sweaty and looked as if he had run several miles. "Welcome, Logan. Did you see the news? I just finished speaking. I admit that I should've kept our plans secret, but I had to say something. Christian Tucker is under fire, and I kind of feel as if we are the only ones that can help him."I nodded. "On my own part, I believe he should've met us weeks before this. At least even find a way to start sponsoring us. We need his help. He knows this and he chose to ignore us. Anybody who is wise would instantly know the kind of contribution we bring to his campaign.""Yes, that's right. Come in please. We're not goi